The 1960s through Music Lyrics

1 The 1960s through Music Lyrics 1. Aretha Franklin, Respect (1967) What you want (oo) Baby, I got (oo) What you need (oo) Do you know I got it? (oo) All I'm askin' (oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit) Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit) mister (just a little bit) I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo) All I'm askin' (oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit) Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit) Yeah (just a little bit) I'm about to give you all of my money And all I'm askin' in return, honey Is to give me my propers When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a) Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a) When you get home (just a little bit) Yeah (just a little bit) Ooo, your kisses (oo) Sweeter than honey (oo) And guess what? (oo) So is my money (oo) All I want you to do (oo) for me Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re,re) Yeah baby (re, re, re,re) Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now (just a little bit) R-E-S-P-E-C-T Find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T Take care, TCB Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) Whoa, babe (just a little bit) A little respect (just a little bit) I get tired (just a little bit) Keep on tryin' (just a little bit) You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit) And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit) (re, re, re, re) 'spect When you come home (re, re, re,re) Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit) And find out I'm gone (just a little bit) I got to have (just a little bit) A little respect (just a little bit)

2 2. The Beach Boys, Good Vibrations (1966) I... I love the colorful clothes she wears And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air I'm pickin' up good vibrations I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom bop bop good vibrations) (oom bop bop excitations) Good, good, good, good vibrations (oom bop bop) (oom bop bop excitations) Good good good good vibrations (oom bop bop) (oom bop bop excitations) Close my eyes She's somehow closer now Softly smile, I know she must be kind When I look in her eyes She goes with me to a blossom world I'm pickin' up good vibrations 3. The Monkees, Pleasant Valley Sunday (1967) The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song Serenade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn Charcoal burning everywhere Rows of houses that are all the same And no one seems to care See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a t.v. in every room Here in status symbol land Mothers complain about how hard life is And the kids just don't understand Creature comfort goals They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away I need a change of scenery Ta Ta Ta... Charcoal burning everywhere Here in status symbol land...

3 4. James Brown, Say it Loud, I m Black and I m Proud (1968) Look a'here, some people say we got a lot of malice Some say it's a lotta nerve I say we won't quit moving Til we get what we deserve We've been buked and we've been scourned We've been treated bad, talked about As just as sure as you're born But just as sure as it take Two eyes to make a pair, huh Brother, we can't quit until we get our share (Chorus) Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, one more time Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, huh I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands But all the work I did was for the other man And now we demands a chance To do things for ourselves we tired of beating our heads against the wall And working for someone else Ooowee, ou're killing me Alright uh, you're out of sight Alright, so tough, you're tough enough Ooowee uh, you're killing me, oow Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We tired of beating our heads against the wall And working for someone else A look a'here, One thing more I got to say right here Now, we're people like the birds and the bees We rather die on our feet, Than keep living on our knees 5. Creedance Clearwater Revival, Fortunate Son (1969) Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son one, no Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, y'all But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no one, no Yeah, yeah Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer "More! More! More!", y'all It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son one, one one, no, no, no son, no, no, no

4 6. Bob Dylan, Masters of War (1963) Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead. You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud. You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins.

5 7. The Rascals, People Got to Be Free (1968) All the world over, so easy to see People everywhere just wanna be free Listen, please listen, that's the way it should be There's peace in the valley, people got to be free You should see what a lovely, lovely world this'd be Everyone learned to live together, ah hah Seems to me such an itty bitty thing should be Why can't you and me learn to love one another? All the world over, so easy to see People everywhere just wanna be free (wanna be free) I can't understand it, so simple to me People everywhere just got to be free If there's a man who is down and needs a helpin' hand All it takes is you to understand and to pull him through, ah hah Seems to me we got to solve it individually, ah ah And I'll do unto you what you do to me Said, no Shout it from the mountain on out to the sea No two ways about it, people have to be free (they gotta be free) Ask me my opinion, my opinion will be Natural situation for a man to be free Get right on board now, huh, huh Oh, what a feelin's just come over me Love can move a mountain, make a blind man see Everybody sing it now come on let's go see Peace in the valley now, we all can be free Now that's the train of freedom It's about to 'rrive any minute, now You know it's been'a long, long overdue Look out 'cause it's a'comin' right on through Ha, ha, yeah 8. Merle Haggard, Okie from Muskogee (1969) We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein' free. I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all We don't make a party out of lovin'; We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo; We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy, Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all. Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear; Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen. Football's still the roughest thing on campus, And the kids here still respect the college dean. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. See that train over there?

6 9. Bobby Fuller, I Fought the Law (1966) I'm breakin' rocks in the hot sun I needed money 'cause I had none I miss my baby and I feel so sad I guess my race is run Like she's the best girl I ever had I'm robbin' people with a six-gun I miss my baby and the good fun I miss my baby and I feel so sad I guess my race is run Like she's the best girl I ever had 10. The Beatles, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (1967) Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Aaaaahhhhh... Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the clouds And you're gone Aaaaahhhhh... Picture yourself on a train in a station With Plasticine porters with looking-glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes